They were days of the tall trees
they swayed in the summer breeze
sunny days
running barefoot on stones
swimming in mud bottom creeks
days of frosty mornings
bright-colored leaves, burning leaves
cold nights around a bonfire
toasting marshmallows,
stars shoot across the sky
days of knee-high snow
frosty windows
chilly mornings
runny noses, mittens
warming hands over a gas kitchen stove
days of soggy ground
croaking frogs
muddy shoes
tadpoles
pussy willows
hoot owls
and jumping puddles.
They were days of the tall trees
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